Forced Femdom Initiation VI – Mya

Continuing from “Forced Femdom Initiation V – Heather”.

(Domina Amanda – ) As the two submissive girls turned to walk back towards us, “heather” put the lease back into her mouth as her owner had originally done – excellent. The second girl, “Mya,” looked as if her heart was beating hard in her throat. I shifted in my seat to face her as she crossed the floor… keeping my eyes fully, and very obviously, on her, letting them roam her body as she approached with a look in them that said I was admiring something that was already mine.

The others were watching her too… and I’m sure admiring since Mya was truly beautiful, and all of those with us were either bisexual or lesbian (when it comes to BDSM though, being lesbian or straight rarely stops a female from enjoying either sex in some way… one doesn’t have to be sexually attracted to a gender to enjoy the service and submission of a well trained slave. Domination crosses traditional sexual lines, because it encompasses much more than just the actual sexual act). She was more than just physically beautiful, her submissive nature was displayed so openly in her every move as she walked towards us – a feminine grace mixed with a naturally deferential stance. Any dominant would immediately be drawn to her, regardless of sex… her body and behavior clearly called for domination. But my friends all knew I wanted this one, and so while their eyes appraised her, they would respect the unspoken claim on her that I held.

“Heather”, in a display that again spoke so wonderfully of the natural slave within her, moved directly to her owner, kneeling before her, leash in mouth. When the leash was removed by her owner’s hand, she introduced Mya to her first. My dominatrix friend smiled and nodded to her… and then with a simple gesture motioned “heather” to return to where she had prior sat. Mya was left standing before us… I saw her body shake very slightly as she tried to say “hello” to everyone.

Nods and simple greetings were made in response, as eyes examined her and whispers exchanged comments between our group. I just smiled at her… a devious look, as I allowed a few more moments to pass while she stood there alone and uncomfortable, but obviously aroused by the vulnerable position she was being put in. When I felt the effect had reached its greatest point, I broke the tension and said to her, “Come… sit next to me”.

Her eyes widened as she looked at me. She hesitated, thoughts of what had happened between us just a short time ago likely returning to her mind. My smile widened… “Now”… and I pointed to the spot next to me on the small couch. She looked to the other faces watching her, and then to her friend, whose cheek was now resting in her dominatrix owner’s lap. Her body shook and then she stepped forward to do as she was told… her long, bare legs easily navigating the course between tables and chairs necessary to reach me.

As she sat I shifted towards her… her legs were pressed together and her arms were again wrapped around her chest to hold herself. I flashed a grin at a friend who responded with same, and then I draped an arm over the girl’s shoulders, pulling her gently towards me.

I whispered into her ear, “Don’t be so afraid… no one here is going to hurt you“ Then, raising a hand to touch her face, “You are so lovely… and you know this excites you… I’ll take care of you… I promise.”

Her eyes looked into mine… and they were so beautiful… these big brown eyes that were so full of innocence and longing… she looked almost as if she wanted to cry, but at the same time like she desperately wanted me to hold her and comfort her. I could see that while the idea of domination and submission so obviously excited her, tonight’s experience was overwhelming her and she wasn’t able to handle all the emotions that were conflicting inside. That just made me want her all the more. It made part of me want to comfort her, to take her into my arms and protect her… gently caressing her hair to calm her fears. But it made the other part of me want to overpower her completely… to pull the clothes from her right here, force her down across the table in front of us and have her… my mouth devouring her body as my fingers fucked her wet little pussy raw.

As these thoughts went through my mind my breathing deepened as did the intensity of the look I gave her… she noticed, and shifted a little away from me, her own pulse quickening. I held her too me, not allowing her to pull away.

“I want you Mya… and I’m not going to hide that. You are so beautiful and I want to fuck you.” I smiled as I said those words, knowing the effect that so blunt a statement would have on her. “Yes, Mya… I do… I know why you came here tonight… I know what excites you… and I want it.

She finally spoke… in a soft, delicate voice that matched her features and manner perfectly, “How do you know what I really want… Mistress?” She faltered slightly on the last word, as if not sure to say it, but something correctly compelled her to in the end… and her eyes lowered beautifully as she more fully realized what she had done.

I smiled… both at the question and her use of proper title, “Because I want you… I can see how much you want to submit… and it makes me want to have you… to dominant you, and enjoy your submission. You‘re a beautiful girl, but the slave in you makes you so much more beautiful to me, and irresistible.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for this…”

“Yes, you are… and your body is more than ready for it… it‘s begging for it… but none of that really matters anyway, it’s no longer your decision to make.”

Continued here in – “Forced Femdom Initiation VII – Pursuit”.

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Forced Femdom Initiation V – Heather

Continuing from “Forced Femdom Initiation IV – Stage Show”.

(Domina Amanda – ) The lesbian domination scene my friend had so beautifully conducted on stage, had come to an end. The audience gave sound to their approval through respectful applause and murmurs – a BDSM club isn’t a sporting event, only idiots who don’t really belong call out vulgar stupidity. Thankfully the event I am describing occurred on a night when the trolls were limited in number, and so the appropriate dignity of the setting was preserved.

My dominatrix friend slowly released her slave girl from the bondage she had been held in, and when she was standing, retied her wrists together in front of her. Attaching a leash to this, she led the slave girl down off the stage, over to where our group had set itself up for the evening. The girl’s body was beautifully alive – still shaking with the sensations that had so overcome her just a few moments before. Her eyes were wide and fittingly down cast – she was an obvious natural, fast learning her place – and she had gained some control of her breathing, if not the thoughts that were spinning around her head. Her skin was lovely – shades of innocent white, mixed with degrees of rich red cast in all the right places. She was well worth fucking, and my thoughts would have gone to suggesting we take her home and teach her so much more… but her timid friend had my attention, and my mind was only on thoughts of what that girl’s submission would taste like.

My friend introduced the slave to us, saying that her name for the evening was “heather” – I smiled at that since the name was a running joke between a few of us, and within that context, fit this girl well. She was accepted into the circle, meaning that she was allowed to sit with us – obviously not as an equal, but as she was female she was given slightly higher status than the male slaves we had brought with us (who spent the night either standing or kneeling depending on what service they were performing at the moment).

As I earlier described, the girl was dressed in a non fetish, but still cute way. She clashed with the more obviously dominatrix inspired outfits the rest of us were wearing… the leather and latex especially… not to mention the perfection of our makeup, hair and nails. But this was appropriate, as it drew an even more striking line of difference between us and her… one that I’m sure served to excite her as she was now sitting amongst the most elite group attending that night.

Questions followed… blunt ones the girl was told to answer honestly. From this, the already obvious was admitted to by the young slave – her inexperience… her long held dreams of doing this… her want to learn… her never having been touched by a woman… how much she enjoyed what had happened… how nervous she was. But during the process she seemed to calm a little… though I’m not sure if the way my friend was petting her served to relax her, or make her heart want to race more.

I smiled through all of this… and asked only one question near the end – “And what of your friend… does she feel the same as you?” At this, the girl looked over to where her friend was still standing alone… and the eyes of those with us followed hers. I can only imagine the effect this must have had on the other girl, seeing all eyes suddenly turn towards her, making it clear she was being discussed – which was exactly as I wanted. The slave said her friend was also very much interested in BDSM and submission, and had come here planning to also be part of the auction… but at the last moment backed out.

One of our friends said to her, “are you glad you didn’t?” To which the girl looked down and blushed, whispering, “yes”.

“We didn’t hear you, speak louder… and raise your head,” I said, in a forceful tone. And the girl looked up, startled, repeating herself more clearly, holding her gaze up only for a  moment before it quickly darted back to the floor.

“What is her name… your friend?”

“Mya.”

I smiled at that, as did a couple of the ladies with us who already well knew what I was up to. My dominatrix friend gave me a sly look and said to her slave, “She looks so alone over there by herself… go to her and bring her back to us.”

With a “Yes, Mistress”, she stood and did as she was told. Her hands were still bound in front of her, and my dominatrix friend put the attached leash in “heather’s” mouth as she stood to leave, so that the girl would not trip over it as she walked.

We watched as she went to her friend… one of the ladies near me laughed and I flashed an evil grin at her to which we all laughed. The two girls spoke for a few moments… the one looking a little reluctant to come over to us, while the other clearly wanted the command of her night’s owner to be quickly obeyed – already the girl was showing us how much the command of her dominatrix meant to her… and how much she wanted to be found pleasing by us all.

However intimidated, her will wasn’t strong enough to deny her friend… and after a few seconds, the two started back towards us.

Continued here in – “Forced Femdom Initiation VI – Mya”.

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Who’s Domina Amanda & what’s this place?

Those of you who are already familiar with Domina Amanda probably have some idea as to what this blog is about, while those of you have have not been so lucky, stand here wondering just what it is that I am up to.

Domina Amanda is a lifestyle dominatrix from Manhattan, New York. She is 25 years of age, bisexual, beautiful, extremely intelligent, and very open about her sexuality and sexual experiences. She is also one of the most down to earth, dominant females you will ever meet. Her “style” isn’t that of the bitch trying to prove something, or the submissive pretending to be dominant for a buck. She is a true lifestyle dominatrix, possessing all the confidence, intelligence, self-respect and personal strength, one would expect to find in the rare woman who actually does fit the title she claims.

Her interest in BDSM can be traced back to her very first sexual experiences. Right from the start she naturally assumed a controlling, dominant role over those she was with. Exposure to the influences of the city quickly brought the basics of bondage and discipline into her sex life and that of those she chose to enjoy. In her late teens this interest grew into full involvement in the BDSM community and professional employment as a dominatrix.

In the near decade since, she has worked almost continuously in the BDSM scene, not just as a dominatrix but as a fetish model, domination phone sex operator, fetish event hostess, and web developer. Her deep immersion in BDSM has given her a depth of insight that most do not possess, but also has provided her with an amazing number of stories reflecting things that she and her friends have done. It is this depth of experience that led her to develop her online diary.

Her blog – “Femdom Diary of Domina Amanda” – is a refreshing change from the many dominatrix promotional websites to be found out there, in that it truly is the diary of a real person. Her writings are extensive, detailed and full of intimate glimpses into her private life and personal opinions. In the short time it has been open, she has written tens of thousands of words about herself and her beliefs, further sharing femdom stories from her life, along with free erotic audio versions of scenes she enjoys.

As someone greatly interested in this amazing woman and her mind, I have decided to do something in similiar vein to what she has done – create an online diary of my experiences with her and the femdom stories she shares with me.